17 Some sign of good to me afford, And be ashamed; because thou, Lord, PSALM LXXXVII. 1 AMONG the holy mountains high 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Than all the dwellings fair Of Jacob's lund, though there be store, 3 City of God, most glorious things 4 I mention Babel to my friend, And Tyre, with Ethiop's utmost ends, 5 But twice that praise shall in our ear This and this man was born in her: 6 The Lord shall write it in a scroll, 7 Both they who sing, and they who dance, With sacred songs are there; In thee fresh brooks and soft streams glance, And all my fountains clear. PSALM LXXXVIII. 1 LORD GOD, that dost me save and keep, All day to thee I cry; And all night long before thee weep, 2 Into thy presence let my prayer, And to my cries, that ceaseless are, 3 For, cloy'd with woes and trouble sore, 4 Reckon'd I am with them that I am a man; but weak, alas! pass 5 From life discharged and parted quite Whom thou rememberest no more, Them, from thy hand deliver'd o'er, 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound Where thickest darkness hovers round, 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves, 8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange, And makest me odious; Me to them odious, for they change, 9 Through sorrow and affliction great, 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead? And praise thee from their loathsome bed, 11 Shall they thy loving-kindness tell, 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, And up to thee my prayer doth hie 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake, And hide thy face from me, 15 That am already bruised, and shake Bruised and afflicted, and so low Astonish'd with thine ire. 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow; Thy threatenings cut me through: 17 All day they round about me go, Like waves they me pursue. 18 Lover and friend thou hast removed, And sever'd from me far: They fly me now whom I have loved, A PARAPHRASE ON PSALM CXIV. This and the following Psalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old. WHEN the bless'd seed of Terah's faithful son, And pass'd from Pharian fields to Canaan land, Why turn'd Jordan toward his crystal fountains? PSALM CXXXVI. LET us, with a gladsome mind, For his, &c. |